All Chapters of Freakn' Shifters: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Over the course of the next week, after the bombshell she hit him with by making him see his niece and nephew, Derrick seemed even more determined to thwart regular sessions. As if Janine would let his stubbornness get in the way of his treatment. She always managed to track him down and created opportunities on the go, but she couldn't have said if she was getting through to him. For, as often as she got him to talk, in the end, he drew even more out of her with pointed questions about her childhood, asking about her life with her new father. How she worked her way through school so her parents could pay off the mortgage and have the security of a home for when the next financial crisis hit. Surprisingly enough, despite their unorthodox sessions, she learned a bit about him, revelations that came spottily in between his outbursts, where he tried to push her away. "Why do you give a damn?" he yelled one day when particularly annoyed. His wheelchair got stuck in a mudd

Upon returning from the washroom, where Janine emptied her pitifully small bladder and spent a moment pep-talking herself in the mirror-don't lust after the patient, stay professional-she returned to find Derrick surrounded by burly bodies?and they were all sharing a bottle of tequila? She blinked, but the scene remained the same. What happened while she was gone? Whatever the reason, she liked it, given these men gave something Derrick needed. Acceptance. It was one thing for her to preach he could live a normal life, another for people to treat him normally, to tease him and swap scar stories. She did her best to remain unobtrusive, sliding into a chair alongside Derrick, yet he knew she was there. To her surprise, he reached out and grasped her hand, and kept holding it the rest of the evening. She'd never seen him more relaxed, so she was surprised when he announced, "Time for me and Red here to go." Despite the many shots and the beer he'd polished o

Despite the mishap in locating Derrick-I really thought I'd have to hunt him down and force him-the road trip passed rather peacefully. Despite the sexual tension between them, there was also a genuine like for one another, and when he wasn't barbing her or trying to push Janine away, they could have the most interesting conversations. It passed the long trip. While Derrick started out driving, the highway part of the route being the longest, she took over once they hit an exit. She made sure to give him a pit stop so he could use a washroom, and she said not a word about the fact that he took a few minutes longer than other people to do his business and glared at those who dared to complain outside the locked door. As she took the familiar twists and turns to her parents' house, she couldn't help a touch of anxiousness. How would her stepdad react? With her, Orson was the most lovable teddy bear a girl could ask for, but with anyone he thought threatened her? Poor Jeremy w

Something woke Janine from a light slumber. She lay in bed, one half of her face squashed against her pillow, listening. Not even the creak of joists shifting broke the heavy silence. Holding her breath a moment longer, she tested the ambiance of the room. Is anyone here? Am I alone? Her senses craned, seeking that sense of vitality that only another person could emit. She sought another presence, a reason for waking, and felt nothing. She exhaled with relief. No bogeyman tonight. For those who might mock her, she had no problem admitting a fear of the dark, especially the particular shade it achieved in the middle of the night. Dark deeds often happened under night's shadow. And sometimes a little girl wakes and opens her eyes to see bloodshot ones staring right at her. The shriek she uttered proved piercing. The scarier thing? Daddy screamed at an even higher pitch. But that had happened a long time ago. Only the one time, but it left an impression. She'

Doctor's Pet. She read the title in gleaming silver letters on the back of Derrick's chair as he whipped by with a whoop, well ahead of his brothers in their own colorful chariots. When she'd come across some orderlies watching something out the window, she'd not expected to see the Grayson clan gathered out front, clapping and hollering at the participants in the wheelchair races. It wasn't even just Derrick and his brothers playing. They'd gotten several other patients to join in too. Given the speed at which they raced, a fear for their safety made her want to march out that door and tell them to stop, but an old adage came to mind-boys will be boys. And men would do stupid things that resulted in stitches for, as Stu said upon meeting her, "Shits and giggles." The main surgeon for the rehab center came to stand beside her. "Looks like fun," he noted. "Yes. Dangerous, though," she added. "These men have been to hell and back. Do you really want to